Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A day of mourning

He was fifty four years old. We attended his funeral yesterday. The firefighter honor guards were in attendance as were his many relatives and friends. He was know to all of his buddies on the department as being one of the best and had recieved many awards including the "Stork award" for delivering a baby. Firefighting was his career and he loved and was proud of being one. The Captain of the firefighters was in attendance and said he was "one of the best" He loved riding motorcycles and made trips to Sturgis for the rallies. He loved his children his mother and siblings and his grandchildren. He was a good man.
His life began spinning out of control several years ago. We don't know when it started or the reason why but he became addicted to cocaine. He went through treatment several times but the deadly powder had it's grip on him and he always went back to using.
As is almost always the consequences of addiction the family suffers as much as the user and his family was torn apart. Some accused his mother of always enabling him because she helped him when he was at his lowest. She never made excuses for his using but when he needed medical care she was always there. She started handling his money for him so he wouldn't spend it all on drugs. She let him stay with her on several occasion until it became to difficult for her. She never gave up on him. She would talk to him for hours about her and her families concern for him trying to get him help. She was firm in her belief that he could conquer his demons. She was not an enabler but a mother who loved her son unconditionally.
We spent several days in the ICU to support his mother and siblings and I believe that seeing someone die such a death should be a wake up call but unfortunetly that is not the case. It's the old 'It won't happen to me" adage.
His ultimate cause of death was two strokes brought on by several years of cocaine abuse. He went into a coma and never recovered. As I sat with him I couldn't help but remember his love of life and exuberance. Seeing his body ravaged by track marks and his once powerful body reduced to skin and bones was one of the most difficult tasks I have encountered
I found pictures of my oldest daughter taken with him when they were young and I see the happiness he showed and it does indeed break my heart.
As a tribute to him and his Mother, she was taken to the restaurant after the funeral in a fire truck. GODSPEED MY NEPHEW

Monday, May 4, 2009

Falling behind

Ever think you may be falling behind when it comes to modern technology? I sure do.
I think I made a big mistake at Christmas time when I purchased a new cell phone. Now I have had one for years cause I got a really cheap fee through my place of employment but only took it with us when we traveled, to let the kids know we were okay. I decided to buy my husband one and learn to use it more often. What a disaster this has been. When I purchased it I told Verizon I wanted to easiest one to use, no extra features, just a basic phone. Aaah they said, we have just the phone for you. It is called a seniors phone with larger numbers and very easy to use. Well Christmas day was not the joyous occasion it should have been because my husband started trying to program it. Now he has a patient deficit and within an hour was ready to throw the phone away or take it back.He was able to turn it on, make a call but couldn't figure out the programming. Neither could I. For such a basic phone you could do multiple tasks including presetting often called numbers, different ring tones, messages, etc,etc. He finally gave up and then our eleven year old grandaughter came to the rescue. Within a few minutes she had that phone ringing 60's music, vibrating phone alerts, all the numbers in place and what else I don't know.
Isn't youth wonderful.
Then I tried to set up a computor site to check out the calls we had made. Another disaster. I did a password and after the second viewing I was told I had the wrong one. After attemping to use it several times I was told my account was locked and I had to follow several steps and they would then text me a new new password Since the phone had no texting abilities I was unable to get new password. Today they sent me a temporary password through the mail. I haven't tried it yet because I am sure I will screw that up to. Since even using a plain cell is a chore to use I can't imagine trying to text and tweeter also.